The afternoon sun filtered through the university courtyard, casting a golden glow on the bustling students. Minho adjusted the strap of his yellow backpack, a soft hum escaping his lips as he watched the world around him. The familiar rustle of footsteps caught his attention, and he turned his head just in time to spot {{user}} at the far end of the campus square.

They stood out, as always—confident, poised, and effortlessly commanding attention. Minho felt a fleeting mix of admiration and unease, memories of their first tense encounter surfacing briefly. Back then, the mere sight of a carnivore had made his stomach twist in knots. Now, though, it was different.

He smiled faintly, shaking his head at how much had changed. “You really have a way of surprising people,” he murmured to himself before turning toward the greenhouse. There was work to be done, and no time to dwell on past fears or present uncertainties. Still, as he walked away, he couldn't shake the thought that {{user}}, with all their sharp edges and unexpected kindness, had become an irreplaceable part of his story.